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She was then only nine years old, and being entirely taken up by her mother I paid no attention to her; my interest in her was to come. After the supper, which was protracted to a late hour, I repaired to the house of Madame Quinson, my landlady, where I found myself very comfortable.
When I woke in the morning, the said Madame Quinson came to my room to tell me that a servant was outside and wished to offer me his services. I asked her to send him in, and I saw a man of very small stature; that did not please me, and I told him so. "My small stature, your honour, will be a guarantee that I shall never borrow your clothes to go to some amorous rendezvous." "Your name?"
He stopped at length to note a prisoner in the town pillory, when a promenader of somewhat frayed attire and a countenance which bore marks of dissipation looked at him closely. "I know your face very well," said he, coming forward, "though I cannot recall you. Do you remember any one of the name of Quinson St. Ours?" "Quinson St. Ours? I should think I do.
The commissary, after the preliminary questions usual in all legal cases, asked me whether I admitted myself guilty towards the girl Quinson of the injury of which the mother, there present personally, complained. "Monsieur le Commissaire, I beg of you to write word by word the answer which I am going to give you." "Very well."
Towards the sixth month she had become so large, that her mother, no longer doubting the truth, got into a violent passion, and by dint of blows compelled her to name the father. Mimi said I was the guilty swain, and perhaps it was not an untruth. With that great discovery Madame Quinson burst into my room in high dudgeon.
She went downstairs, uttering curses and threats: the next day I was summoned before the commissary of the district. I obeyed the summons, and found Madame Quinson fully equipped for the battle.
My name has changed with every new master." "Well! I shall call you Esprit." "You do me a great honour." "Here, go and get me change for a Louis." "I have it, sir." "I see you are rich." "At your service, sir." "Where can I enquire about you?" "At the agency for servants. Madame Quinson, besides, can answer your enquiries. Everybody in Paris knows me." "That is enough.
A letter from Chief Justice Fraser about the granting of the petition. A copy of the marriage contract of Lecour's parents showing the alterations. A letter from Lord Dorchester on the duel arbitration, addressed to Madame de Léry, and sealed with his seal. One from the Bishop of Quebec. A copy, signed by him, of the true birth-certificate of Germain. A total repudiation by Quinson St.
When I woke in the morning, the said Madame Quinson came to my room to tell me that a servant was outside and wished to offer me his services. I asked her to send him in, and I saw a man of very small stature; that did not please me, and I told him so. "My small stature, your honour, will be a guarantee that I shall never borrow your clothes to go to some amorous rendezvous." "Your name?"
The youngest daughter of my landlady, Mdlle. Quinson, a young girl between fifteen and sixteen years of age, was in the habit of often coming to my room without being called. It was not long before I discovered that she was in love with me, and I should have thought myself ridiculous if I had been cruel to a young brunette who was piquant, lively, amiable, and had a most delightful voice.
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